At the moment his body was supported.
Damari Tennyson felt surprise, anger, and a trace of relief in his heart.
Seeing Chris Tennysons' attitude, this young man before him must be a long-renowned master.
Otherwise.
As the Sect Leader of Lowell Tennyson, the highly prideful Chris Tennysons would not lose face like this.
Others were equally puzzled.
Having agreed to kneel, why stop him?
Martial grandeur?
This was the thought many harbored in their hearts.
Generally speaking, the more powerful a person, the broader the mind, naturally not quibbling with mere mortals.
Most likely it was so.
Damari Tennyson let out a long sigh of relief, at least his dignity was preserved.
"Thank you, senior!" Even though he was reluctant, seeing the Sect Leader's attitude, he still bowed deeply to Julius Reed, expressing his heartfelt thanks.
"Thank me for what?"
Julius Reed helped him up, somewhat bewildered: "Utterly nonsensical."
